#aint a drabble no more

[joelscruff]

me: i'm gonna write a drabble

me, writing said "drabble" when it's suddenly at 3k words:

[redrocketpanda]

Just remembered the Kuroo x reader fic I started writing back in November has been sat languishing in my drafts and like... realistically am I ever going to finish it? Or should I just post it and update it if I ever wanna add to it?

[agnessmadness]

[renren-006]

Keep Her Safe | Daryl Dixon x fem reader

Drabble

"aint nothin happenin to her while shes with ya...ya hear me"

Keep Her Safe: Part 2

taglist: @rosecentury

"I'll be fine," you told your overly worried husband. He glanced sideways at the group you were heading out with the scavenge. Sure he knew most of them from living in Alexandria but he didn't trust them yet. Two men and one other woman quickly glanced at Daryl before looking away and returning to seeming like they were busy.

"D, trust me"

"I do. I don't trust them" he said pointing towards the others. You laughed slightly bringing his arm down.

"I'm sure they know how much shit they would be in if I didn't come back" Daryl nodded knowing he was one of the only people in Alexandria who could make people actually run away from him. You laughed slightly at the memories of people scurrying off from talking to you whenever he approached.

"Shell be fine Daryl," Michonne told him, joining the two of you. "I trust them" Daryl grumbled out a response before toeing the ground defeated. "I'll be back in a few hours," you told him. Before you could walk off he straightened up

"Hold on," he told you before walking up to the people you would be going with.

"aint nothin' happenin' to her while she's with ya...ya hear me," he told them. They all nodded enthusiastically, knowing their main mission had switched. They were your protectors out there. Their new second job was finding supplies.

Daryl was everyone's worst nightmare, no one ever got on his bad side. When things came to you, everyone kept their respectful distance and respect. Daryl wanted nothing more than for you to be protected and respected.

[xcalkenf]

⌯ᨒ: men 🥰🥰

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“fuck, it’s really tight— mmh”

“haah..hah! slow..down!”

He's bending you over the kitchen counter, one hand on your clit, massaging it while whispering dirty fucking things to your ear. You can feel the veins around his cock in your pussy as to his rough thrust. Your vision begins to blur, and tears well up in both of your eyes. His cock was then met with the sudden tightness of your pussy, sucking in his entire length.

He grabbed your neck and forced you to face him with your messed-up face, kissing you messily, wiping the tears away.

“c-cumming...nh~” “hha, cum for me baby -fuck..” you both came at the same time and some were spilled out but he then fucked his cum back into your tiny tight pussy!

“did a fucking great job for me, *smooch* love you baby”

GOJO, toji, sukuna, nanami(?), megumi, CHILDE, itto, haitham, kazuha, kaeya, diluc, rin, atsumu, SUNA, bokuto, kuroo, kei, or your man (atp imma use “your man” on every drabbles when i can’t think of any men no more or yo man aint there) ☠️☠️🙆🏾‍♀️

© mototoxoxo , 2022 | do not steal/repost on any other social medias, nor plagiarize. interactions are very much appreciated!

[splataii]

wc: 1.3k

cw: dom top male character, sub bottom male reader, he/him pronouns, minor dacryphilia, breeding kink, cumming untouched, stomach bulge, minor cum eating, minor degradation, use of the words "boypussy" and "boycunt"

reader is a tease, but has met his match with ryusei shidou. its kinda drabbles, and fics mixed together.

shidou is always ready to match your energy which makes it literally impossible to tease him.

it was after dinner you first tried to mess w him, sliding past him while you grinded against his crotch. but before you could even fully pass him, he was grabbing ur hips and locking you in place while he pressed his hand on the small of your back, bending you over the table to hump against ur ass. he breathed heavy pornographic moans into your ear, driving you crazy till he finally finished in his pants, squeezing ur thigh with a grin before he was off.

you tried again another time by pressing a ghost of a kiss on his lips, pulling back before he could do anything, sly smile on your face. but of course that wasn't nearly enough for someone like him. his strong hand grabbed you by the back of your pretty neck, pulling your lips back onto his, as he shoved his tongue down your throat. you moaned, barely any time to process it all before he angled you right above his knee and pulled you down, making you pathetically rut against him.

this boy stays one upping you whenever he can, so naturally, you figured you had to try somethin different.

no sex, no jerkin off, no nothin for a whole week.

he was understandably confused. but you promised he could do anything he wanted to you if he succeeded, so he agreed to follow all your rules. or at least try to… you definitely wasn't making it any easier for him.

you start wearing really tight clothes at home more often, always asking for his opinion on the new outfits you buy.

and “accidentally” send him videos of you fucking yourself with another one of your toys, his name spilling from your lips.

he brings it up, but you always play dumb, swearing up and down you ain't up to nothing.

the whole thing makes him salty as hell, and he spends most of the week in a bad mood.

you notice him all stomping around the place and ask him what was wrong, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, knowing that you knew damn well what was up.

he just couldn't wait for the week to be up so he could replace that teasing smile with your pretty crying face, choking on his dick.

and the end of the week couldn't come fast enough.

he sees you first thing that friday and doesn't give you no “hi” or nothin. just scooping you up and over his shoulder so he can throw you on the bed.

you turn around on your back, propping yourself up on your elbows, and he’s already on top of you, biting your bottom lip as he lets his tongue slide into your mouth as he rips your shirt off of you.

he groans into your mouth as he ruts his cock against yours, already hard from just the sight of you laid out in bed underneath him. eventually he pulls back, giving you air to breathe as he angles his clothed dick over your dazed face.

“he missed you,” shidou grins as he fiddles with his waistband, his dick springing from the confines of his pants. your eyes widen as you remember just how big he is, drool pooling in your mouth as you take in his intoxicating scent, “why don't you say hi?”

<3

shido is hellbent on breeding your boypussy till youre pregnant, and you aint leaving that room till he’s absolutely sure ur stuffed full a his cum. he spends the least amount of time necessary to prep you before he’s stuffing you full. the stretch was so big, you were begging him to slow down. but your cries spurred him on even more as he bottomed out in you, moaning as your hole desperately clenched down on him.

tears prick his eyes as he cums just from being inside you, the warmth of your walls enough to send him over the edge. he hasn’t felt your tight walls in ages, you don’t know how good you make him feel.

when he finally starts fucking you in earnest, his pace is relentless, barely giving u time to breathe as he angles ur hips up, drawing every single moan and whimper from your pretty lips that he can. he presses his head to your chest as he whines before he's finally emptying balls deep inside of you.

he likes pressing down on the bulge of his cock on your tummy, and grabs your hand to make sure you can feel it too. your eyes roll back as you moan, feeling his huge cock thrust in and out of you. “fuck, can ya feel me in your guts baby?”

he has you bent in every position as he mindlessly fucks you, milking every last drop of cum from your aching cock as you shake from the overstimulation. but your fucked out face as he rips another orgasm from your body is always enough to get him going again.

he has you ride him while he jerks you off till your legs are jelly, and all that can come out of your mouth is shameless babbles and whines as you beg to be filled. he’ll wrap your arms around his shoulders, and grab your hips so he can fuck you on his cock himself, and fill his baby boy up just like you so prettily begged him to.

right when you think he's satisfied, shidou is pushing you onto your knees and making you clean off the cum on his dick w your tongue. he holds u back by the back of your head to tease you, laughing everytime you go cross eyed with your tongue hanging out your mouth trying to catch his cock on your tongue. when you’ve just barely got the head on your lips, he’s shoving himself in your mouth and using your throat like a fleshlight. drool dribbles down your chin as he nears his climax and you grab onto his thighs, silently begging him to cum down your throat. but he always pulls back and finishes all over your face instead, painting it white so he can make an absolute mess a you.

tears prick the corner of your eyes as he spills his cum on your flushed cheeks and not down your throat. he's quick to kiss your tears dry before planting his lips on yours so he can taste his cum off your lips.

<3

you barely have the strength to let out another whimper as shido fucks another load of cum in you, heavy groans in your ear dizzying as he bites your shoulder, leaving another mark.

“what's the matter?” shidou lets out a chuckle, flipping you onto your back and spreading your ass so he can watch the cum ooze out of your abused hole, “this what you wanted right? to be fucked dumb?”

“please..” you groan, breath hitching as he catches his tip on your puffy hole, painting your ass with his cum.

“looks like this little guy hasn't had enough yet, huh?”, he laughs as he watches your boycunt clench around nothing as he pulls your hips into the air, your tear stricken face still buried in the pillows.

despite how fucked out you are, your hips instinctively jerk up for him as he slides himself into you, the wet sound of his cum being pushed deeper inside your stretched hole making you moan.

your limbs feel like they're on fire as he starts rutting into your worn body, using you like a fleshlight. shaking, your hand stretches out, reaching for anything to ground you, but shidou is quick to lean down and pin your wrist to the mattress.

“don't get all shy on me now, pretty boy,” he smiles, spare hand grabbing at your soft thighs and lifting it up to expose ur cock as it slaps against your tummy with every rut of his hips, “we aren't finished having fun,”

[lowkeyremi]

Shinso Hitoshi x implied fem!reader- HCS drabble (sfw)

lil note: even though the hcs are sfw i still wanna age shinso up bc 20+ shinso sounds so hot

Content: fluff, establish relationship, sleep... lots of sleep, not proofread bc im lazy

-Shinso on face time is one kind of person: the one who's camera is faced toward their ceiling and he barely responds to what you say

"it wasn't even my fault, do you get it?" you ask your boyfriend over the phone. he's currently listening to you bitch about this girl that you don't like. ".... mhm" you bring your phone right up to your face, "toshi are you even listening?" he shuffles for a second and you see a tuft of purple hair, "yeah" he watches as you set your phone back down onto the dresser it was formerly on, "good"

-Something tells me he texts like this "wsp bby" or "wyd"

-When he does have the energy its maxed, there's no in between. there's sleepy idgaf shinso then there's "AHABAHOUSAHODHOUH" shinso

"what the hell are you doing?" hitoshi is currently waving his arms around like he's crazy or something. "i'm trying that dance you were teaching me the other day." ... "it looked nothing like that." he runs toward your bed and tackles you, "what the h, man? are you hating on my dancing??" the small giggle that escapes your lips lets him know everything, "yes. yes i am."

-He was super insecure when u started dating. he was always telling you how you deserve better than him :((

-His place always smells so good, seems like a candle guy

"Ooooo, is that the sugar cookie wax melt?" Without bothering to look up at you he nods his head softly. "You like that one." It warms your heart that he goes out of his way to get your fav scent

-SPEAKING OF SCENTS i might be biased but he smells so good. not like the earthy kinda scent some guys go for. he smells sweet like vanilla and lavender or cinnamon.

-HATES when you take pictures of him (he's okay with it if you're in them but he hates pics of himself) you have to cutest ones too. when he's sleep, when he's cuddling you, and sometimes you record his reaction to goofy shit you buy him

-he can fall asleep absolutely any where.

"Hitoshi, I got the snacks you wan-" Shinso's hood is over his head and he's sleeping on the bench outside of the corner store. "I was only in there for like two minutes..." You shake him violently because it's the only way to wake him. "huh?" he slowly opens those beautiful purple eyes, "come on toshi, let's go."

-I just know he snores, and it's not the obnoxious loud kind, more like white noise ik this aint abt shota but he definitly snores too

Hitoshi doesn't believe he snores, even though you've told him countless times he does. You've decided to record him tonight just to prove that you were right. His soft snores can be heard even with his comforter covering his head..

-Type of boyfriend to tease/"bully" you but if his friends tried to do it he'd get mad

-claims he's the best cook and he can only make scrambled eggs and rice

-he's 100% a small time gamer/streamer and his fans love you, cuz they'll see you bring him tea/water or some food and kiss his forehead and such

"Need anything else, before I go lay down?" He leans into your touch, "nah. thank you pretty." you kiss his forehead, "of course, you need to stay hydrated."

[emergency-vehicle]

TF1 OptiRatch headcanons, go!!!!

...oh my god... so i just spent the last two ish hours writing a little drabble that has been stuck inside my brain, only for tumblr to make me take a screenshot of it instead of letting me copy paste the whole thing. anyway, irrelevant. the drabble has allowed me to come up with this list of headcanons!

Ratchet

the first time orion and ratchet meet is immediately after the iacon 5000

ratchet HATES the iacon 5000. he thinks its an utter waste of time and resources.

when they meet, D-16 is still very mad and he kind of lashes out at Ratchet too, but Ratchet is like ??? aint no way this bot is mad at me but in the suspicious way, not the angry way

anyway, the entire situation makes ratchet think theyre conjunxes, its very funny.

still ratchet gets absolutely enraptured by orion

big, blue doe eyes are his weakness, and boy howdy does orion pax possess those.

orion is actually very free with his field and while it kind of startles ratchet at first, he realizes that he really likes the way orion's field feels

orion is still very, very giddy and coming down from the adrenaline rush of the race. he's all smiles and laughs and jokes, which pulls ratchet in even more

the best way to describe him is absolutely enigmatic

without even realizing it, ratchet accidentally spends way more time with orion than he does D-16.

Ratchet has always been...suspicious of cogless bots. He knows that there is something seriously wrong. Not with the bots themselves, but with the fact that they have no cogs.

While the medical records had been wiped clean regarding the fact that all bots are born with cogs (unbeknownst to ratchet), he finds it very curious that bots are born with the place for a cog, but no cog itself.

so, ratchet has begun to do some digging on the side. mostly just making notes of patients regarding their frame types and the curious ailments they come in with

orion is not exempt from this

his hands are much too delicate for mining, far more sensitive and dexterous than sturdy and forged for manual labor.

he has to keep reminding himself that theyre not in his private office, nor is this something that he can look into.

ratchet really, really wants to be the one to repair orion's hands. anything to see this very curious bot one more time

D-16 is not having it.

when ratchet leaves he has to catch his breath. it was so hard for him to be professional when orion's big eyes were staring at him like he held all the knowledge of the universe

ratchet does not consider himself someone who falls easily, nor does he really consider himself romantic at all

even then, he felt this pull towards orion. he chalks it up to curiosity, even though it's obviously deeper than that.

plus its not like it even matters, ratchet wouldve sworn up and down that orion and d-16 were a thing.

Orion Pax

orion is fucking grateful that finally it's not just him and D-16 in the room

dgmw, he loves D-16 with his whole chest, but orion always, always struggled with him when he gets like this. mans is not emotionally intelligent enough to deal with his bestie's BPD (yes this is my personal D-16 headcanon, i will die on this hill)

so when ratchet comes in, he almost instantly relaxes

he thinks ratchet is kind of stuffy at first, like he's obviously uncomfortable and the way he talks is very indicative of that

orion immediately wants to help him loosen up. man cannot deal with two socially inept bots at one time. so he opens his field to him

to his surprise, ratchet reciprocates, but only slightly

orion ALSO likes the way ratchet's field matches with his. instant "i want to be your friend" vibes here

when ratchet pays special attention to his hands, orion is internally screaming the entire time

hes generally not used to gentle touch, and theres something about the way that ratchet is holding his hands that makes his spark flutter

he is desperately spinning code so his aux fans don't kick on. this guy gets flustered so easy. he cannot bear the thought of D-16 making fun of him for almost instantly getting a crush on this doctor

that doesnt stop his processor from failing to form thoughts. he knows ratchet is asking him important questions, but all he can think is "pretty mech touching my hands"

if orion didnt already have his gay awakening, this would've been it

i feel like after ratchet leaves theres a good 15 minutes of silence between him and D-16 where orion is just trying to get his Gay Thoughts(tm) under control

final yapping

in the end, i think its incredibly funny to make orion pax like this far less mature version of optimus. he feels everything x10 and doesn't really know what to do with the feelings, so he just kind of acts like a fool.

meanwhile ratchet is out here like "yeah he's pretty but i have a job to do." that doesn't mean orion doesn't haunt his thoughts after though. he definitely does. the image of his big eyes staring at him won't leave ratchet for a long time.

theyre both gay fools. the tiny crush is mutual. its forgotten about though throughout the events of the movie. orion has much more important things to worry about than a pretty doctor who gently held his hands.

the next time they see each other is after orion became optimus. this was for a standard check up, in which ratchet had to run a full diagnostic of him. ratchet can't help but begin ranting about how he knew something was up with sentinel, with the cogless bots, with that entire fucking situation.

the check up ends with optimus listening to this clearly autistic (positive) mech explain every red string he put together, and how the revolution confirmed all of his missing pieces. (im projecting here because this is my personal brand of autism)

tbh, optimus is impressed. they quickly do become friends, and as the war begins, he realizes that ratchet is a very talented doctor and quickly they earn each others trust. they become good friends, too. optimus likes to listen to ratchet talk about science, talk about new medical breakthroughs. he will often bring ratchet decepticon medical tech he finds out in the field for him to reverse engineer.

optimus absolutely enables ratchet's special interest (medicine) and ratchet absolutely loves optimus for it.

in conclusion, theyre gay neurodivergents your honor.

[ms0milk]

✧ forget-me-nots ✧

trying to pass on some of the appreciation I receive here because it's crazy to break the 4th wall for a second and really internalize how this community is driven by creativity and mutual loving. here's a list in random order of my most dear to me loves + a few nonmutuals whose work i think of often, and the pieces that remind me most of them

when they come for you in the night (thorfinn x reader) | @gardenofnoah

the depth of dive i had to take through your blog to find this is just.. the moment i hit "when you’ve known nothing but cruelty, kindness would surely be terrifying" it was game over. thorfinn came so so to life and this was such a stunnning introduction to your style. youve written so much now and i find myself always totally stunned! but i still always think of this one first. (i give it all to you also spills out of my brain sometimes while im trying to go about the world and was a close contender + this bkg x feral creature little piece of wonderful)

you. that's what happened, you (maki x reader) | @neiptune

you already know, i would be a godless liar if said i didn't think about this weekly; the maki rizz is heretofore unmatched, this piece went above and beyond all req expectations, “hold my hand, they’ll think something’s wrong if you don’t” will be the epitaph on my tombstone. you have the power to make me love all those boys ive never even thought about, and when it was time to write for my actual wife you cracked your knuckles and made sure id never be satisfied by another! (aint that the worst thing you ever heard also reminds me of you sm, eren aot of all people)

unsubtle pro shinsou drabble | @moonbeamwritings

i can feel the heat of shinsou's crush through both our screens it is just perfection!!! what a dweeb. love to send this to myself so its easy to find and reread on the regular

To Shape a Home (bkg x reader) | @kweenkatsuki-fics

not only do the stardew vibes shine through every corner, this fic was carved out with such care it makes the relationship + bkg's growth all the more precious! "yer nothin’ to go nuts over." was an insane introduction and the two of them only got better and better and sweeter and stickier with time (ao3 tagged bc i cant find your beautiful masterlist marquie sosrrrrry)

bittersweet (vash x reader) | @heich0e

i remember exactly where i was when i read this for the first time and I remember how excited I was to find a vash fic after so long loving trigun! i didn't even know the new series had been released yet! this was agonizing, such a soft characterization for both, and the desert was so palpable-- the setting really added so much spice to an already seasoned piece

hanafuda (tanjiro x reader) | @cherryblossomsenpai

way way back in 2022 this was one of the first tanjiro pieces i ever read that really made a romantic argument for him. love his exhaustion, exasperation, fear and relief all wrapped up in one hug "The rest of his lecture is indecipherable," bc he's just crying so hard! total sweetheart, so in character

kirishima drunk girl wrangler | @mechamedusa

dusa🫱🏻‍🫲🏼kirishima ofc your kiri thoughts are unmatched and this one is so quintessential, when i think of him i think of you. he is so wrangler shaped! the perfect boyfriend, your mind is a treasure trove

wedding vows (hashira x reader) | @meowzfordayz

to my very first friend <3 you'd think the piece i associate most with you would be one of giyuus and you write so so impressively much it was hard to decide, but this hashira drabble wrung me by the neck when I first read it, and it still crushes me that your kyojuro isn't a real man i can go outside and hunt for sport. "I have an energy bar in my suit pocket — just in case." a snack for his partner at their own wedding put me down, love your mind always

sleepy rengoku drabble | @vampcubus

my femdom queen! why was it so hard for me to remember which character this was written for? reader's rizz blinded me, thank you for introducing me to dom!reader works bc now every sexy hc i have is filtered through the puppysub filter to make all those big strong boys tastefully more submissive

anything to do with anika~ | @ltadoriyuujl

love your oc, she's such a caring nuclear bomb! loved reading your wonderful chara exploration piece and being able to write for her myself! what a trust fall

the only exception (yuuji x reader) | @touyangel

yuuji is such a boyscout at the end of the world, even in total tragedy he is kind and calm and caring. thinking about "If he wasn’t teaching you how to decapitate something that used to be human, it might have been romantic." this one hurts so so good and very easily convinced me love on him. even with all the choso pieces of yours I adore, this yuuji piece reminds me most of you (this sick choso drabble is a close second!)

menthol (aki x reader) | @cyancherub

the smut hall of fame all time champion on my knees on the floor kicking my feet and smiling, love the characterization in this piece! car guy/childhood friend/overprotective/smoke sess/ so intimate and perfectly filthy. a tried and true classic, this is a blessing

fill my little world right up (aizawa x reader) | @shibaraki

the fic of all time yeah, WHAT a way to be introduced to your writing and what a privilege! this piece is just a beating heart, every action and character introduction felt like a memory, the love was so palpable. reread this one all the time, can't believe it's free, want to bind a copy for my bookshelf

cor unum (sukuna x reader) | @vampyrsm

this was the first writing i ever saw from you and in an effort of solidarity (im finishing a longform fic as well and holy fuck) i've very recently started reading and can already tell how much care you had for this world and its characters. the dedication to setting and history is so cool and rare in reader fics, can't believe you're letting us read all this for free! what a tome, seriously looking forward to it (and this bkg thought abt crowded places! mmm)

i love you more than being seventeen (nanami x reader) | @strawberrystepmom

this fucking guy oh my god, this fic almost put me in the hospital, so so glad you reposted. "hey. I love you." OOhhhHHGoowwAWAWAAAA this is such a timeless character piece-- nanami running away from this word he hates, job he hates, girl he loves, and coming back to it all knowing he'll die and knowing its worth it. i get chills

strawberry stars on my lips (bkg x reader) | @willowser

breaking the rules of speed dating is insanely romantic, probably the most romantic thing someone has ever thought of and this is the piece i think of when i think of your blog. bkg is simultaneously so constipated and so vulnerable i almost feel like i have to cover my eyes for him and it is sugary sweet in the best way. happy hiatus!

[zuyoo]

s-aint. yūta x afab!reader, ﹙외설﹚ drabble

CONTENT WARNING — college setting, mdni! suggestive content, mastermind yūta (real), mentions of onIyf4ns, jerking off, subtle pervy themes.

SYNOPSIS — wherein the classroom’s good boy, okkotsu yūta, finds out the quiet girl’s secret… your secret.

ZUYOO’S NOTES — ohoho dirty, dirty boy (i love him) p.s. click the “s” in s-aint to see the masterlist!!

given how much people ask for his assistance on a daily basis, how come you’ve never asked for his help? it was concerning, unsettling, suspicious even.

it bothered him to the extent that he tried to find any way to help you, and grabbed those chances every time he does.

you emitted an aura that entices him. as in… if you were in a crowd of people, he would immediately notice where you were standing. an aura that captivates him… like, a sense of familiarity?

“good morning, [name].”

“oh, hey! good morning, [name].”

“you’re early today, [name]. good morning.”

he greeted you with delight, every. single. day. asking you questions regarding your morning to lengthen the conversation. he could sense your hesitance at first, but you grew comfortable with it eventually.

he loved feeling a sense of responsibility. the concept of him being the “reliable” one excites him. though, being the only one people usually depend on is tiring. to why he could never be more grateful of his apartment, his safe space to be himself.

he finally gets his peace and quiet, his alone time, where no one can see and disturb him from doing what he wants.

it would be such a sight to see the class’ renowned saint just jerking himself off, on his bed, to a girl on social media… right?

what would he ever do if someone were to catch him moaning out a name of some girl he doesn’t even know and haven’t even seen yet?

he discovered an account called ‘kissnyx’ on a random frustrating monday, who would’ve thought that it would turn into an addiction? certainly not yūta, himself.

after forming a habit of scrolling through “nyx”’s account, he looked forward to getting home as soon as possible and finally being able to let out some frustration. it didn’t take long before the said habit turned into a hyper fixation.

yūta is simply lucky that he still has the right amount of dignity and control to keep up with his image in school.

yūta, as a class representative, is usually the one who arranges papers of the class; test papers, assessments, projects, and such. where he noticed your name. your scores in some subjects were great—the others were… below average? per se.

which is when he suggested to your professor to allow him to tutor you and get your grades up on your weak subjects.

being the saint yūta is, the professor agreed there and then. the professor immediately contacted you regarding the tutoring session.

the professor was about to do everything himself, the schedule and such, but yūta volunteered to handle it and asked for your contact so that he could contact you instead.

“my, my. you’re such an angel, yūta! well, now that that’s settled. you can check my class record for her contact number.”

“thank you, professor.”

he saw this chance to finally be able to help you with something without you asking for his help. and a chance to get closer to another classmate. he has an image to keep up, he needs to feel self satisfaction in what he does before he can actually rest.

not so saintly of him, right?

it kind of looked painfully obvious that he was desperate to help you, as if he liked you. but given that he helps everyone around him, people disregarded his action towards you since it was “the normal” for yūta anyways.

as per the agreement, you two only met for your tutoring sessions on tuesdays and thursdays. it felt awkward during the first few sessions, but it didn’t take long for the both of you to feel comfortable in each other’s presence.

this is also the time when yūta slowly notices the small things, the small habits that you do that is somehow constantly reminding him of the account kissnyx.

as much as he tried to disregard it, it bothered him. your very presence bothered him because it felt… odd? for some reason.

his gut feeling felt that the [name] he was getting to know isn’t really who you are… but that would be impossible, right? you’re too innocent and quiet. he couldn’t imagine you being someone like “nyx”.

like, sure… you have the beauty- and the body… that a guy would love. given how you dress up in school, no one really notices how beautiful you looked. but then again, you and nyx were two completely different people. maybe it was just his delusion.

it was obvious that you were covering your tattoos because it was against the dress code, so perhaps the tattoo you could barely cover with concealer that he saw in between your… defined… collarbones were coincidentally the same like nyx’s.

perhaps you both also coincidentally share the way you cover your faces with your hands when you’re flustered or embarrassed.

maybe it’s just a coincidence that your nails were the same colors as hers that one wednesday.

or that you both have a similar mole near your smooth shoulders.

sure, there were one too many coincidences, but he’s trying his best to not think of your face when his fingers were wrapped around his cock, stroking it as nyx’s moans can be heard in the background.

was it a crush? no… not really… right? but the thought of you possibly being the person behind his one and only favorite alter account…? fuck.

he felt so- dirty. thinking of his innocent, quiet classmate while he fucks his fist in his pitch dark room, filling it with the sound of his groans and slick from the constant pumping.

“shit- need y’… i need [name]-”

his actions stilled, even he was surprised by what he just said. did he just moan out your name?

his cock twitching from the sudden loss of friction but he couldn’t give a fuck less. your name rolled off his tongue so smoothly… too smooth to his liking. he knew that very moment that he wanted you with him… he needed you with him.

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[shotmrmiller]

just a drabble

prompt for this was how terrible reader is to even acknowledge texts that reader's date is doomed but im pretty sure i lost the plot drooling over a crazy fictional man but hey! it is what it issss.

TW: obsessive behavior, controlling, and baby trapping.

Toxic!Simon was possessive over you. He knew who you spoke to — always knew of your whereabouts. So when you told him you wanted to break up two months ago, Simon humored you; After all, he always kept you within arm’s reach.  However, after he saw you getting ready for a ‘date’, it seemed that you were under the impression that this was not temporary. 

And that was unacceptable.

—-----------------------------

Simon watches you eat dinner with a guy— having a lively conversation before eventually getting up to leave with your companion in tow. Simon sends a text, pockets his phone, and rises from the bar in the restaurant directly across from the one you'd eaten at— before heading towards his truck.

It’s time he moved you back in with him—  especially now that you’re in a more delicate state.

With the secret cameras he had installed in your flat some time ago, he always kept an eye on you. But last month, Simon had noted the absence of your menses — meaning the seed that had leaked through the tiny punctures he had made in the condoms finally took.

He offhandedly wonders if you’d get upset with him over this, but ultimately it didn’t matter. It was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, after all.

—---------------------------

You step through the door as your date holds your hand, fingers intertwined. You turn to him and softly say, “I’m going to get some water if you don’t mind. Make yourself at home.”

Agreeing with a nod, he politely asks if he can use your bathroom. You direct him towards the bedroom door and proceed to the kitchen. Setting your belongings on the countertop, you reach into your purse to grab your phone.

As you glance through all the notifications, you recall a time when Simon pointed out your bad habit of never responding to texts, warning you that it could cause problems— 

And then you see it. A text from Simon.

Gripping your phone tightly, a sense of dread consumes you. Your finger taps the screen, and as you read his message, you come to a chilling realization.

Simon saw you at dinner.

A loud bang startles you. As you turn to look, you suspect that the noise may have been from the front door, but no one’s there. You cautiously tread through your flat, calling out for your date— while desperately hoping that the sound you just heard was a figment of your imagination. 

Entering the bedroom, your eyes meet Simon's as he lounges on the bed. Despite the relaxed position of his arms crossed behind his head, his unnerving stare reveals that he is far from calm.

The silence in the room is oppressive, and the rapid beat of your heart in your ears deafening. He moves to stand in front of you and says, “I was more than generous in granting you this break but it ends now.” 

He takes a step forward, standing tall over you, and grabs your chin with his fingers almost cruelly.

“You. are. mine.”

With a quivering breath, you ask Simon what he did to your date (aint your date no more, though) and Simon just shrugs— making you wonder if his body will be found face down in some ditch come morning.

Simon envelops you in a tight embrace, causing you to surrender all control as you lean helplessly into him. He effortlessly manipulates your every move, like a master puppeteer with his marionette.

His arms once shielded you from the outside world; Now they’re confining— his makeshift cage for you. 

a/n: make a mental note to tell Simon that you’ve a doctor appt for the stomach bug that's been plaguing you for a while.

id have all of his babies, like no sweetheart now you're stuck with me.

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[liyawritesss]

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Characters: Spider-Verse!Miles Morales [Spider-Man] x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Drabble

Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: When there’s question of how the two of you should come public with your relationship, Miles has an idea. Despite it being quite cheesy, it’s one of the sweetest gestures he’s ever done for you.

Warnings: Some cursing but that’s about it

A/N: ‘lovin’ so hard’ by becky g came on so randomly and when i tell you the whiplash i got cuz i aint heard that song in YEARS…so proud of becky she’s doing her shit and i love her sm…needa get back into her catalog real bad

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“I got a question.”

It was ten forty five on a Thursday night, and like any other night, you wind down the evening with a daily FaceTime call with you boyfriend of four months - Miles Morales.

In the four month time frame that you and Miles have been together, you’ve learned that the boy had a lot of questions to ask about you. It was endearing, really, how the extent of his curiosity knew no bounds. He had questions about everything, from the different hairstyles you wore, to the classes you were taking, to what you aspired to be as an adult. More often than not, he would ask them in a cute, almost childlike voice, with big doe eyes and an awaiting look of inquiry, and because he was just so polite about it, you always gave in.

“You got a question?” You repeat, glancing up to your phone, looking at the boy on your screen. You’d been busy with homework at your desk to pay him much attention, which, now that you think about it, could have been the catalyst for one of his questions. You’d only been on call for an hour, but you did tend to get reeled in to your work pretty easily. Miles was no stranger to this, so while he tried his best to not bother you, his attention span was waning thin, and he wanted to talk with you as much as he could before he had to go out on patrol.

Hence why he was dressed in his spiderman suit, no mask, but with gray sweats hanging off his torso and the faint sound of Biggie Smalls playing in the background as a way to hype him up for the next few hours of swinging around Brooklyn. He loved being Spiderman, but it had been an exceptionally long day, and knew he would not survive his patrols without some sort of pick me up - which is why he was more than happy when you called him for your nightly FaceTimes.

“Yeah, I gots a question,” he begins, albeit a bit dramatically, with his arms folded over his chest and a pout on his lips as if he were sad about something, which garnered your attention even more, “and it’s very important, y’know, so yo’ homework gotta share you for a minute!”

“Miles,” your voice goes, a soft scoff leaving your lips as they spread into a grin at his behavior, “what is it, baby?”

There’s a bit of a stutter that runs through his body at the pet name. He’s growing familiar with it, sure, but the tingle that rings through his bones has him questioning is it just his sheepishness or was he so down bad for you that you’ve influenced the enhancement of his spider-senses.

“That sweater’s lookin’ mighty comfortable,” he starts, and you can feel your eyes begin to roll at the game he starts, “wonder who you got it from, hm?”

Granted, you didn’t know you grabbed his sweater - the same one he’s always left over your house by conveniently ‘forgetting’ it when he left. It was a noticeable red zip-up that faintly smelled of sage and cinnamon, which was a comfort on cold days and stormy nights when Miles couldn’t be there for you in person. He’d ‘given’ it to you before the two of you started dating, and you’ve claimed it to be one of your most prized possessions generally, but especially from him.

“Boy, please,” you muse, lips spreading wide with a grin once more, “I’m not doin’ this with you tonight.”

“I’m just saying!” The brown-skinned boy exclaims. “I just find it funny how it’s cool for you to have my stuff, but I ain’t got nun’ of yours!”

While Miles was possibly the most emotionally intelligent boy you knew (which you’ve definitely thanked Mr. and Ms. Morales when you met them, both as Miles’ friend and as his lover), he loved to not be direct with what he really wanted sometimes. He feigned victimhood for the giggles he loved to hear from you, even though both of you knew what he wanted in the grander scheme of things. This instance was no different.

“Why you gotta be so dramatic,” you laugh at him, his lopsided grin making an appearance on his lips, “if you wanted one of mine you could’ve just said that, dork.”

“No!” Miles says rather quickly, which catches you off guard and earns him a puzzled look, eyebrows furrowed together at his behavior.

“No?”

“N-No.”

“So…you don’t want one of my hoodies? Even though we wear the same size and everything?”

Miles bit his lip in anticipation, his chest rising and falling with his deep intake of air through his nose. The boy scrunched his nose, a habit of his you’ve come to understand as him preparing himself to go out on a limb, which only confused you more.

“Your- uh…your scrunchie.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at his confession. “My…scrunchie?”

“Yeah, y’know,” he stairs to move his hand around, motioning towards his hair, “the things you put in your hair? That somehow don’t go against dress code, even though I always get talked to about my shoes for some reason.”

“To be fair, you got some loud ass shoes.” You respond, a short laugh breaking its way through your lips despite you trying to hide it. The pout that graced Miles’ face didn’t help with you regulating it, either.

“Okay, okay, fine!” You eventually say after regaining your composure, and before Miles goes to threaten to hang up the phone on you. “I’ll bring the jar tomorrow and you can choose which one you want, how does that sound?”

Miles nods vigorously through your phone screen, and you could tell by the little twinkle in his eye that he’s absolutely ecstatic about the proposition.

“This is…a lot of scrunchies.”

It’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth when Miles watches you dump the jar of scrunchies onto the lunch table, eyes growing wide when you seem to pull out more than what looks like the jar can actually hold. There’s a little pile of varying colors, styles and sizes that’s built itself onto the table, and Miles has to admit that the task at hand seems a bit overwhelming now that it’s actually before him.

Granted, he doesn’t think he’d ever seen you wear the same scrunchie twice, but had he known your collection was this big, he’d just asked you to pick one out for him. How could he possibly choose now?

“How many do you even have?”

“I don’t know, I stopped counting after sixth grade-”

But Miles is already sifting through the pile, pulling out ones that immediately catch his attention. He has a concentrated look in his eyes - he’s taking the task very seriously, and it’s honestly adorable to you how deep into this whole exchange he was.

You took note of some of the ones Miles has already pulled out - a ribbed-fabric beige one, a group of satin ones varying in shades of blue, and ironically black and red colored one that he continuously eyes every now and then, and a silk sake green one that just so happens to be your favorite. Miles finds out the reason why the second he touches it, being soothed by the silk fabric under his fingertips.

“You want that one?” You ask him, to which Miles glances up at you from across the table, seemingly embarrassed by his entrancement of the hair ornament.

“It’s your favorite, though, right?” He responds. “I don’t wanna take it if it’s your fav-”

“-and I think that’s the perfect reason why you should take it.”

You say it as you begin to stuff the remaining scrunchies back into the jar, handfuls of the bunches slipping into the glass container with ease as you spoke again, “It’s the one I use most frequently. Meaning it smells like me more. Meaning that there’s more of a ‘me’ touch to it, so that you won’t be as lonely.”

It takes a second, but when your words register in Miles’ head, you can almost feel the heat that begins to creep up his neck from the affectionate words you spoke to him.

The bell rings, signifying the end of the free period. Miles takes no time in slipping the hair ornament around his wrist while he bids you farewell. As you depart for the second half of your classes for the day, Miles can’t help but fiddle with the object around his wrist as his own classes drone on. 

You were right, he thinks, he definitely doesn’t feel lonely with the presence of your scrunchie with him. 

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

You're big in the community. Do you know any lost boy fanfic writers? I only know one who made journal footnotes, scarification, etc.

Well that depends!! Are you looking for some Lost Boy fics just the movie characters exclusively? Or some X Readers? Cause I'm more than happy to share for both!

Now, I myself am into a lot of X Reader works, so some of my favorites are from my dearest friends @misslavenderlady and @britany1997 !! They make very wonderful X Reader one shots, drabbles that are such treats that never get old- I swear you can go back and re-read em over and over and still get sappy and melt. 🤤🩷🥰

Another few works that I adore are @sunkendreams , @charlizekkelly or @luv4fandoms X Reader one-shots, and @darlingverse Lost Boys X Emerson!Reader series that are FANTASTIC!! And some of em have some really wonderful spice/smut if your looking for that... 👀

But!! If X Readers aren't up your alley, fear not! @berd-alert and @themarginalthinker make some really fantastic TLB fics/one-shots. Angst, fluff, shit thsts just hilarious and sweet, super thought out story and stuff you can just spend hours binge reading. They're working on a current fic series [WHICH OMG YALL AINT READY FOR ITS JAW DROPPING] and they even have an AO3 I totally suggest checking out!! Think even has a VTM fic which is suuuppper good and a very good fic to get hooked on.

@ria-coolgirl also makes a lot of Lost Boy fics/concept ideas that are super clever and fun! She also makes some poly/Lost Boys x Michael works that are just lovely.

Hope I was able to help!! 🩷🩷

[suffarustuffaru]

I think I read a while ago on reddit that you had a madoka magica au for re zero, do you still think about it? I can Imagine Subaru taking the place of Homura but the rest of the cast is harder to place. It's a fun thought exercise though.

WAIT wow your ask sent me down memory lane wkdndn i forgot i even had a madoka magica au in the works for a while. i made it in like late 2020 and last worked on it in early-mid 2021 hah mostly bc my skill with writing and art didnt match with how big of an idea a multichap plotty crossover/fusion au was and i was still just dipping my toes into more ambitious ideas!! but id love to revisit it again now that i got more practice 👍

i like read your ask then went WAIT A MINUTE I DO HAVE A MADOKA MAGICA AU and then i skimmed through my old google doc plot outline for it in a frenzy. but also i used to write in yellow comic sans at the time so i wont subject you to my old terrible (affectionate) writing habits too much. but i think its funny how i had some notes on vague (and Dead Serious) ideas for witch form symbolism and i just found this yellow comic sans monstrosity:

2020/21 me was on some drugs probably LMAO 😭😭 but given madoka magica’s canon content that is probably a good thing if youre writing serious madoka magica fic.

also i did have a tiny bit of finished writing for it. here is the old synopsis past me came up with:

Stumbling across magic and witches, fourteen-year-old Natsuki Subaru follows his new friends and a mischievous cat spirit into a world where a single contract could grant you your greatest wish.

And at the end of it all, he really should’ve known this from the start: wishes always come with a cost.

i think that currently id probably change up this synopsis a bit if i worked on it again but it aint bad i think 👍 and yes youre right subaru would def be in homuras role for this fic… 😔 anyone whos seen both madoka magica and rezero would immediately make that connection i think hah they have. Similarities, as we know 😔

and i deaged some of the rezero cast as you can see hah. not sure if id keep that but i think an important aspect of madoka magica is that the main characters are that young. it helps add to some of their decisions and adds to the tragedy and whatnot. that and like. targeting vulnerable young girls, Literal Children, knowing that most would make a wish and sell their souls in a heartbeat and then easily be crushed by trauma without being able to fight back much, you know? :,) and then theyd make Lots and Lots of despair to harvest… and madoka was meant as a magical girl deconstruction and magical girls iirc tend to be arounddd early teens/preteens!! ill talk a bit more later on how id try to do this au with deaged rz cast hah.

also i did have a small drabble written for this au!!

The boy, no older than fourteen, stands there with an eerie sense of calm.

His frame is seemingly scrawny and lean, dawning dark clothing reminiscent of a mixture between a tracksuit and a school uniform - even if it’s adorned with golden ribbons and stripes - with a whip attached to the belt at his waist. Draped over that is a cloak, the hood of it casting a shadow over messy black hair and a cold expression. His keen eyes, emphasized by the deep bags underneath, narrow at the sight of Puck, mean and brimming with distaste.

With a steady hand, he raises a pistol to Puck’s head.

The moonlight shines dimly through the broken windows and onto the shards littered all over the floor. A beam illuminates a metal contraption, its appearance similar to a shield, strapped to the boy’s forearm.

“You know, I don’t quite recall making a contract with you,” Puck muses cheerily, though an undercurrent of a threat weaves itself into his tone. He stares down the barrel without fear, his sharp teeth revealed in his smile. “Who are you, really? And why are you so upset that I’ve been getting close with Lia? Jealous much?”

“Don’t you dare call her that,” the boy replies instead, bitterly spitting out each and every word. “Don’t you dare pretend that you only have her best interests at heart, or that you really care for her like a father figure would. It makes me sick.” He sneers as he digs the cool metal of the gun harder into Puck’s fur. “Because if you make even just one mention of creating a contract with her, or if you even come near her… I’ll definitely make sure that you regret it.”

yeah so. past me made puck kyubey apparently 😔👍 and if i revisited this au im not sure if i would keep subarus character development to be Exactly the same (ie it was very greedbaru/pridebaru/homura inspired) but this drabble was a fun exercise at the time!!

but anyway i will ramble about some more ideas i had for this au under the cut!! turned out past me had A Lot of ideas.

yes so this au was like. a fusion of sorts so yes i was assigning rz characters certain roles, blending worldbuilding together, etc etc but the general plot sort of followed the general story of the main madoka magica plot from the main show to rebellion!! it was like vaguely modernish too, but you know, madoka likes to be Creative with its backgrounds (see: the infinite amount of crazy chairs everywhere, which im still very fond of to this day) and also rz vainglory/school if has its fantasy world cast mixed in with subarus parents still being there iirc and a whole bunch of other details too (like beatrice being subarus adopted sister iirc?). so i was going the vainglory-ish route here in terms of “how modern is this world?” 👍

the main cast i was focusing on was gonna be subaru (homura), emilia (madoka), rem (sayaka), ram, beatrice, felt, and reinhard. also puck as kyubey haah and satella as walprugisnacht aka the giant witch at the end of the main show. i havent seen madoka in a bit wkdn i gotta rewatch. but anyway!! felt and reinhard got a mix of mami and kyokos roles narrative wise yeah.

quick rundown on their characters is that i wanted to stick to the rz cast’s canon characterization as much as possible while leaving room for fun experimentation!! and if theyre still younger than normal canon here—subarus still got his Big Ego/Im The Main Character mindset but in that way thats specific to his little kid self bc he hasnt gotten Completely Depressed yet (think like. arc 7-8 type stuff), reinhards still stuck in the middle of watching his dad gradually deteriorate, felts even Younger and still trying to find her footing a bit, rem is Guiltily and enviously trying to live up to ram’s Golden Childness (this is pre-Incident That Kills Their Whole Family). and emilia has lived a lonely life in the forest somewhere with no one for company :,) i cant remember if i had some Magic Mindfuckery ideas for her backstory here but ive definitely had ideas for modernizing her backstory for other aus like this!! but either way emilias family is still dead ;-; and i do consider like. the idea that modern emilia would have albinism, especially when there is discrimination in place against people with albinism that is a little similar to emilias canon struggle with her appearance so a modern take of emilia being that she is someone with albinism would be Very Relevant!! but!! not sure if id go all the way with that bc its a sensitive topic that needs to be treated with care and i dont personally have albinism 👍 or i could go the magic route and go “emilia looks like a previous magical girl thats become the most powerful witch yet….” ie satella ofc. so emilia would still be a bit of a “red flag” to other magical people.

but yes emilia wished for. im not sure but probably smth like “i wish not to be lonely anymore”…………. and then she got her wish granted via having magical girl/boy friends and puck!!!!! thisll totally end happily.

and quick note on reinhard is i didnt have much plot ideas for him yet but i considered different ideas for his backstory!! maybe theres some magic fuckery and theresia was a magical girl once? no clue how that works but it was an Idea i had for sure. also various ideas to modernize the Astrea Family Drama (dont worry the accidental indirectly/directly causing your family member’s death thing would still be there wkdndh this is an important detail to me.) but regardless of whats going on with reinhards backstory his wish was a naive little kid wish!! he wanted to be a hero who helps people ;-; good going reinhard ;-;

the entire plot of this au in general was divided in half, first half would be the first timeline where things go wrong. subarus gonna be the pov and hes the audience surrogate bc hes new to the world of magical girls/boys and no one in the group 100% knows the ugly truth yet!! and like in canon emilia/madoka has already become a magical girl here. emilia is also already close with puck—and emilia is the one person puck has genuine fondness for ;-; and i had a Lot of ideas for what exactly went wrong here—i had elsa and meili planned as witches? and i think i considered disemboweling felt :<<<< this is very sad bc her family gave her away to save her bc they were in danger (yes just like in canon rz) but then later felt had her life threatened or smth? and like mami, felt wished to keep living. but the wording felt used was wanting to “live strong”…………….. well she sure got it by fighting elsa valiantly but still losing 😔

also ok the first person to become a witch is beatrice. i had like wild ideas with beatrice—the possibility that echidna still made beatrice and puck and that beatrice couldve been a failed—whats the word for the creatures in madoka that collect/cause magical girls??? incubators i think?? yeah that. because whatre the two things a little kids gonna probably trust?? a cute cat creature and a tiny little girl offering free wishes, probably. and of course beatrice got assigned by her biomom echidna to look after echidnas library maybe. bc echidnas funny like that and beatrice didnt work out as an incubator so now shes gonna generate soooo much despair when she realizes that there is no That Person + the truth of magical girls/boys and what beatrice was meant to be used for….

yes more various shit hits the fan bc rem and rams canon witch cult backstory… i had plans to adjust it for this au and make it happen In Real Time. and also rem’s wish was probably something along the lines of wanted to be needed. and Better. so not just Like Ram. but rem wanted to be More than ram. which rem is guilty about but thats still what she wants so she wishes for it away from rams eyes. ofc rams feelings on this is that she just wants her sister to treasure herself and be safe and whatnot but rem is kinda in her pre-witch cult trauma mode and Oops now their town is destroyed in flames and their family is dead ;-;;; not sure how else id modernize rem and rams backstory but yes this is. this is how their plot went in that first timeline wkdnd. and ram is injured in some way ;-;;;

yes and then rem you know pulls a sayaka and goes a little crazy about everything bc beatrices whole ordeal already revealed how fucked they all are and then rem and rams Trauma just happened so rem feels like shit!! and then she becomes a witch too oops ;-; and then reinhard decides to be the hero and sacrifices himself so emisuba can escape ;-;; or at least that was my plan at the time. but yeah rem became better (a magical girl. bc ram didnt feel like making a wish bc her only wish would be wanting rems happiness but she didnt want to Cheat That. she wanted rem to find it on her terms. except rem became “better” and bigger than ram by being a witch also oops. also i think i still had vague plans to include rem being Obsessed with subaru to contrast what will later be subarus emilia obsession haha) and then reinhard. is the hero. </3

satella comes in somewhere at the end. she used to be a magical girl but she became a witch and shes Crazy Powerful for reasons i have forgotten now 👍 but i definitely wanted to have more shenanigans going on with her backstory to keep that sort of emilia-satella-subaru mystery connection. and theyre still connected anyway bc emisuba inevitably lose to satella bc shes too powerful ;-; emilia is gonna die and puck realizes OH SHIT I SHOULDNT BE FEELING LOVE BUT I DO GENUINELY LOVE EMILIA I CANT DEAL WITH THIS. WITH HER DYING. ID RATHER DESTROY EVERYTHING THAN LET THAT HAPPEN. and ofc subarus also in agreement bc oh god oh god—and yeah. subaru hasnt made a wish until this point but he makes a contract with puck to promise to save Everyone. like subarus promise in canon right before he dies for the first time you know? bc then he dies.

and wooooo the time loop officially begins!!! i had more ideas but i have typed lots on this post already akfnd maybe ill save it for another time if people are interested.

but yes thats all thats the au!!!! i am not familiar with stuff like magia record yet sadly ;-;; but if i ever wanted to expand the au thats def One option 👍 bc WOW the rz cast would be such a goddamn gold mine for those fucking incubators. little kid felix argyle would be a Top Tier candidate for them. like can you imagine???? thatd be the biggest disaster of all time ;-;;; and also theres Lots of possibilities for various witches the cast can fight!! very fun stuff its why i chose elsa and meili and satella :o !! but yes id consider exploring other candidates for magical girls and boys as well bc WOW felix would go insane here.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Can you do S/o gets jealous of another girl flirting with muscular?

(Muscular's S/O is catching hell tonight lol)

~A little bit Jealous for Once~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

"It's called a root beer float! It's pretty much a good drink during the summer where I'm from." You slide the drink across the table ever so slightly, being extra careful due to the condensation making the the metal top slippery. He stares at it for a minute and then looks back up at you flatly. "It's soda and ice cream..." You roll your eyes and sigh at him. "No, it's a root beer float. Try it and stop being so scared." You smirk at him, knowing that challenging him is usually the best way to get him to do what you wanted. "I aint a pussy if that's what you're getting at." He grumbles before taking the extra long purple straw and sipping it.

"This shit is disgusting." He looks back at you and frowns before pushing the drink back over to you. Of course you're laughing at him and he smiles a small bit, the sound of your laugh making his big heart flutter. Your laugher and date is cut short when a random person comes to the table and starts cutting into the conversation. "Root beer isn't the most delectable huh?" They chuckle and he nods. "Agreed, this shit is nasty." This random person starts to cut in more and more, eventually having a full fledged conversation with him that goes from food, to music, to gym stuff while you're being ignored. Finally you run out of kindness and patience before clearing your throat loudly and glaring at the person (who seems unbothered by you). "Goto, my head hurts. Let's go home..." You say darkly and he tilts his head a bit. This isn't like you...

Well scratch that. This is like you but mostly like you when he's pushed all your buttons. As far as he knows, he hasn't pushed anything yet.

Ultimately he decided to not try his luck and to just obey your wishes. You pull him quickly out of the diner doorway and down the sidewalk, grumbling to yourself while hold his arm. Reality clicks and he finds himself chuckling before full on laughing. You pause and take a seat on a nearby bench while he stands still next to you. "Jealous eh?" You find yourself stumbling over your words at what he said. "N-no! I'm not...Not even the slightest-" He cuts you off with more loud laughter. "St-stop!"

Finally you managed to survive the onslaught of teasing. You keep your skin thick for times like these with him anyway. It was just last week that he watched you fall on the curb and spent 30 minutes laughing at you for it. However, there was one thing he did as well...he patched you up afterward. And so now, you shouldn't be surprised he's leaning down and planting a rare soft kiss on your head. "Calm the fuck down would you? I wasn't interested in that random person in there just in case you were worried. If I were, then I definitely wouldn't be with you. Lucky for you I don't like folks that look like they've snuck onto this planet and shit. besides, if I ever decided to up and leave then there's no way in hell I'd get away with it. I love you too much to even stay gone less alone think about leaving in the first place. Calm your ass down." He reassured you in his own special way.

Maybe not the most romantic but you get the point nonetheless.

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Aint About You: Wonho❤️‍🔥

A/N: quick drabble. Wonho as a big soft sub nailing the reader to the cross because she told him to. 😌

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The ceiling fan above you became of blur of dark wood plates spinning endlessly.

Your eyes watered fiercely as your third orgasm rips through you and your voice had become too hoarse to vocalize your partner's praises.

But he knew from the way the leather cuff around his neck tightened from you pulling at the leash attached to it, that you were pleased.

You were keening by the time he relented and Hoseok lifted his head reluctantly from the cozy nook of warmth and wetness he'd created between your thighs. His eyes were dark and shined almost as much as the lower half of his face that was shellacked by your previous releases as he smiled.

"Another, my love?" he asked the same question he'd asked before yanking your soul from you again with his soft lips and expert tongue.

That very tongue lashes out to lick over your seam teasingly and you shiver at how sensitive you'd become because of him.

You were able to moan audibly this time and Hoseok relishes in the sound as well as the bite of his collar pulling tighter against his throat.

He grunts and you pant tiredly as you push up to lean on your elbows, shaking your head.

"I don't think I'll survive another..." you huff, reaching up to dab a tear drop from your cheek.

Hoseok hums in slight disappointment as his eyes fall back to your cunt, and he leans back in without direction.

Your breath hitches the moment he suctions your swollen clit between his lips and he sets out on getting another dizzying orgasm out of you that you both knew wouldn't be hard to achieve.

Your legs were already shaking against his shoulders by the time you gathered enough strength to pull on the lead. Hoseok has no choice but to lift his head and there's a sloppy wet pop sound from him detaching his lips from your overstimulated bud.

"I didn't tell you to keep going.." you reprimand and the cutest of pouts sags on Hoseok's glistening lips.

"I know but..." he begins and your hand coils the leather leash tighter with a twirl of your wrist, giving you the leverage to pull yourself up. Hoseok grunts under the strain it caused on his neck but his gaze never wavers from your face.

"But? I never told you to keep going. That's all there is to it. You don't make decisions. You do as you are told. Understand?"

You pull against his leash again and this time it elicits a deep groan of satisfaction from your lover's throat.

Hoseok's eyes flutter at the tightness and he nods obediently.

"Yes, my love." he rasps and you pull at his leash once more.

"Good. This aint about you, remember? It's about me and what I want."

Your bare heels dig into his muscular back, emphasizing your dominance as well as scooting your bottom lower on the mattress.

Hoseok's gaze drops to your tummy and you smile as you loosen the reigns a bit.

"Come here.." you summon him with your finger and Hoseok pushes himself up enough to climb over your body, dragging his torturously hard dick over the sheets until it grazes your heat.

He ignores in favor of you reaching for his cheek and you craned your neck to take his lips into a kiss.

You both moan sensually at the shared taste of your pussy on your lips, kissing sloppily and slurping each other's tongues until you're satisfied.

Pulling away much to Hoseok's disproval, you smirk.

"I want you to put that big dick inside of me. Right now...You think you're ready for that baby?"

The question comes with an unexpected stroke of his hardness with your free hand. You'd snuck it down between your bodies while kissing and Hoseok hisses when you squeezed his shaft just hard enough for it to almost hurt.

He nods and you squeeze him harder, needing to hear him.

"I asked if you're ready, baby...answer me," you say menacingly, a direct contrast to the way you were now stroking his dick lovingly.

You paused to run your hand over your pussy, gathering enough of your wetness to resume stroking Hoseok's dick better.

"Oh fuck yes.." he cursed under his breath, his head drooping as he gave in to the feeling.

"I'm sorry?" you perk a brow, tugging at his leash with your other hand and Hoseok's head pops back up.

"Yes, my love. Yes, I'm ready. Please let me fuck you, please." he slurs desperately and it's that level of desperation that made you live for all of this.

In everyday life, Hoseok wasn't a submissive man. He took charge and handled his business. He made sure everyone he cared for had everything they needed but in a leadership-type way.

And when it came to you, he'd do just about anything to please you.

Even if it meant following your lead now and again.

"Please.." he repeats his plea, this time with a slight roll of his hips to meet your stroke to emphasize how ready he was.

"That's better." you smile after a beat, leaning back to sink into the pillows.

This wordless gesture of consent sets Hoseok into motion and he leans back on his leans just enough to be able to gran you by the thighs and scoot you down the mattress.

Once he was satisfied with your position beneath him, he takes his dick in his hand to stroke a few more times. He slaps it against the wet face of your pussy before easing it in, going slow to ensure you could take all of him in one go.

And you did.

Although it's always a snug fit, your body swallows him up inch by inch until he's pressing hard against the soft entrance of your womb.

"Shit.." you exhale, your features screwed in pain and pleasure as Hoseok pulled back. He presses forward again, cursing just as you had when how good you felt around him was all-consuming.

"Fuck me, baby.." you reach out for him, your fingertips dragging from his bottom lip to his chest, grazing over his defined abdomen.

Hoseok sets out on a dangerous pace, keeping your legs spread widely under the weight of his arms. Rolling his hips expertly to spear you with his length over and over.

The metal clasps of his collar jingle with every stroke, its cadence matching his rhythm.

It had barely been a minute and you could feel yourself unraveling already. He felt so damn good, words couldnt even begin to describe it.

But you needed more.

"Deeper.." you command breathlessly and Hoseok complies, hitching your hips up and holding your legs to keep you steady.

He falls into you deeper now, the fat tip of his manhood rubbing your G-spot square over and over until you feel as if you're about to explode.

"Fuck...make me cum. Yes! Just like that!!" you scream, unintentionally pulling the leash tightly as you grab a fist full of the sheets for support.

Hoseok grunts as he fucked you harder, the veins in his neck bulging from the breath-restricting collar. His eyes were beginning to roll back into his head by the time you came around him.

A rush of milky nectar gushes from your hole, splattering all over Hoseok's dick as he never lets up.

He keeps drilling into you, his nails digging into your flesh as he approaches his eruption.

"Please..." he whimpers, his eyes barely able to focus on you riding out your high.

"Please my love, I can't..." his voice breaks with a heart-stuttering groan of ecstasy. You could tell from the way his body caved over you that he'd just cum, as well as from the warmth rushing inside of you when his hips stalled.

He's buried deep, his head hanging and his broad shoulders bowing as he panted.

Between you squirting on his dick so suddenly, your walls squeezing him and the way he was seconds from passing out from breath deprivation, Hosoek had no control over his body.

He knew cumming was a privilege in times like this and the punishment would likely be severe if it happened without your permission.

But what's a guy to do when he's completely at the mercy of a pussy this good?

You were coming down from the bliss just as realization set in and when Hosepk braved a look up at you, your slight scowl was telling.

"Did I say you could cum?" you breathe.

Hoseok blinked dumbly as he looked at you, his lungs taking in as much air as they could before you deprived them again.

"M'sorry.." he mumbles and it's so endearing that you couldn't bear it. He was still the most handsome being you'd ever laid eyes on. Even when he was this pathetic.

But you still couldn't let him get away with stepping out of bounds.

Your fucked out brain couldn't even conjure up a proper punishment for him.

So you merely sighed as you lay flat against the pillows again, tipping your chin towards your spread and swollen sex.

"Clean it up. Now," you tell him and he immediately stoops his head to begin lapping up the mess he made, tasting your cum and his mixing deliciously as it leaked out of you.

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